(August 28th through the 30th 2005) We left early Sunday morning for Oaxaca. It was Pollo, Bere, Lucha, Kosme, and I all squeezed into Pollo's father's volkswagen; we all couldn't fit in his jeep, plus luggage. So, he and his father switched cars for the few days we were going to Oaxaca. Pollo had worked all night at his valet job, so he started the drive since he hadn't slept all night. Not because of the work, but because of an incident at work quite funny. (Well, one of the valets had dropped a customers keys in a sewer drainage--the customer had to drive his car home. Since no one was small enough, Pollo had to do the honors. He got down to his boxers, and jumped in. It took him over an hour to find
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